There is a love I reminisce,
Like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
And eyes not met
My own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
And arms
That feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
These things
I've never known.
-Lang Leav
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